They were on cement, but Billy Vecker’s vision was so tunneled he could have walked over a waterfall.
He kept Curt Ballard’s slow pace, but his anger and adrenaline made him feel like his footsteps were leaving cracks.
The phone call woke him, annoyed him no matter the content.
Then Gersch told him that Curt had reached around the management company and canceled all the summer gigs, citing his mental health.
Billy did 90 on an old Triumph Bonneville with sketchy brakes to Curt’s studio, almost pounded the door down.
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